Mirac and Yvonne were leaning against the white walls of the temple, just seeing the towers and domes behind it.

The walls looked bedded in plants and roots, having cracks.

Beside them were the broken pieces of the stone guards they fought.

The smell of dirt and wet forest lingered strongly in the air, as well as their sweat and blood.

They could hear their breath.

The boy glanced at his sister silently while Yvonne sighed, crushing the watch on Miracs arm completely.

The red-haired young man widened his eyes as he watched his sister walk past him calmly.

He clicked his tongue while grabbing her arm.

She looked back - but he could see in her eyes how she would not care what he was about to say next.

“Yvonne, when we reach the throne room…” he said, sighing as he bit his tongue to comment on her anger issues. Yvonne grits her teeth, her hair flowing with her head movement. She grabbed onto his shoulder - almost making him kneel with pure force. The brown-haired girl had another emotion in her eyes than I do not care. But Mirac could not tell what exactly it was. She pressed him against the wall with rough force. Mirac hit his head, gasping as he stared at her irritated. She slapped him before he could say something, making his earring. It hit a nerve on the boy. He pushed her back, almost pulling her hair out. From the outside, it looked like two siblings fighting. Mirac grits his teeth, his anger cooking up to the top. “Damn it! If you were not my sister, I would have left you there! You are so annoying!” he shouted. His face turned red.

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If their superiors saw this scene - they would have been thrown out of heaven.

But the shrill stinging pain, the cold air, and the pure silence in their head made them too consumed by each other in this fight - Mirac still won with his large height and build as he pinned her down, grabbing her hair. The girl ignored the pain in her stomach but still couldn´t push her brother off of her. Yvonne punched him in the groin - which was useless as it only made a sound from the armor. She panted as she was lying on the ground, scratched all over her and the blood covering half of her face. The boy was about to land another punch.

“All right, I calmed-” she said, smiling as Mirac punched the ground beside her, which she dodged at the right time. She widened her eyes, looking at him like a lunatic. That would´ve broken her nose. Mirac also smiled, giving her a last slap. Yvonne raised her brows, as she balled her fist. There was a calm after the storm, but it didn´t take long for the boat to sink again. The fight continued, with her screaming and pushing him to the ground, overthrowing him with all the strength and emotions she had built up inside.

They didn´t realize how something small with two wings was flying to them as they covered themselves in wet dirt.

“That´s an embarrassing sight. I will keep it a secret from the superiors,” the voice said, clearing his throat. It was the executive. Mirac and Yvonne ignored the voice from the flying watch beside them as they covered themselves in mud. But after a while, they both panted, falling on each side, facing the sky. The strength left both their bodies. They rolled their eyes to the operator that the superiors sometimes send. They instantly got up, pushing the dirt off their clothes - and gave each other glares. The voice cleared his throat from the watch before he continued. Mirac ignored the watch as he moved along the walls, hoping to find the gate. He turned his back to the operator and sister, clicking his tongue and spitting blood. “I didn´t finish what I wanted to say earlier. If you reach the throne hall, yes, you can go back. But there is a chance that both of you can go back,” the executive said, his voice sounding lively. Mirac halted his feet, standing in place. Some part wanted to bash his sisters head on but the other one wanted her to go first. “Buutt- the other one probably has to go through an… fountain examination. That is what I wanted to say. One of you will lose your angelic powers. The higher-ups are not satisfied with half-bloods - they see your demonic blood as a curse,”